I would not be surprised if my brain just spontaneously exploded into pieces. If the school and teachers could bestow me with a benevolent respite, my mental stability would greatly ameliorate from the perilous condition it is currently experiencing. I need to be incited by some kind of force to study and work hard, lest I capitulate to the blissful rapture of indulgence called procrastination. The malignant learning environment is profane enough to degrade me into an inaticulate dross, obliterating all of what little brain cells I have left in my brain. My ability to sustain a decent survival is put into question as my once imperious self is plunged into an abyss of pure derrangement. It is impossible for me to procure a grade that can be counted as satisfactory, yet I still study in a cursory method or worse, not at all. My focus often fluctuates while I study.
Thus it can be inferred that all my torrents of incessant dejection is by the fault of my own sloth and imprudence. I find myself abhorring the odius ways of Asian education, their superfluous amount of tests, and their tedious methods of calculating without the convenience called calculators. Melancholy and frustration is inundating my mentality, and I am fucking sick of trying to type with eloquence.
Man, it was never built in me, those poetic qualities. Alas, I am not even close to being a romanticist, and I am somewhat relieved about it too. It pains me to even IMAGINE myself seeing the world through rose-colored glasses and sporting usless appreciation and love. I am a practical person, so writing lyrical works was already deemed as impossible. Yet I sometimes find myself filled with emulation when I read a beautifully written piece of work. Again, I assail my own words with contradiction, but enough of the talk of eloquence right now, let us begin the real RANTING.
TO HELL WITH PHYSICS, CHEMISTRY, AND MATH! Those repungent subjects can be blasted into pieces for all I care. True, those useful knowledge is exactly what makes religion less and less appealing, but I am sorry to say that my understanding of those subjects can be described with zero. I have to study now, I have squandered too much precious time trying to type the first two paragraphs. To hell with eloquency as well.

Finally. After suffering two days of major headaches caused by those "monthly examinations", the guessing game has come to a temporary halt. Unfortunately for my lazy self, the fact that I'm supposed to study harder than everyone else here because I'm dumber and I don't know their language as well did not stop my procrastinations. My choice of procrastinating after mid-night had proved to be a fatal mistake today. It made me unable to focus on my tests, made my head all giddy even though I caffinated my system in the morning. Come to think of it, going to school on Saterday is indeed annoying, especially when you have to take some hard-ass tests.
Today was a *particularly* WONDROUS day. So lovely, so happy, I could DIE. Ignore my sarcasm if you are one to be annoyed by it. Anyways, first thing was, I was nearly tardy today because my dad forgot to turn on his alarm clock, and my alarm clock doesn't sound on weekends. My mom had to drive me to school with me on the side being a worry-wart about whether I'd be late or not. Second? I totally bombed my math test, and it wasn't all because I didn't know how to work the problem. It was mostly due to my spontanious blank-outs while taking the test, which brings all the blame back to myself for procrastinating last night too long. I was seriously fading in and out during the test, and not much was done, and none of the calculations I had done seemed correct. (World) History (again, but this time in CHINESE) was okay, because I was too used to guessing my way through history tests, although, in this case in Taiwan, I don't get good grades through guessing. I merely pass, which is quite disappointing, or so to say, because I have taken AP World History. On a side note, I seem to have problems with world history teachers. I have developed a strong distaste for my current world history teacher after she completely messed up the Odyssey. Odysseus was opposed by most greek gods, especially Poseidon, because he used Poseidon's symbol to bring Troy down. But what did my world history teacher say? She said that the trojan horse was the idea of the gods. I nearly fell off my chair. Furthermore, she needs to broaden her knowledge with history, because she failed to mention that the fall of the Byzantine Empire was partially because of the Fourth Crusade, she only said that the Ottomans conquered Constantinople, like our textbook. Seriously, I hate my history class, it's so boring. Even a certain teacher I hate for my life could make history class more entertaining than that teacher of mine! Worse, she loves to pretend to be all cutesy like when she's a fucking old hag, and I had the sever urge to puke my intestines out when I saw her for the first time. An old hag wearing short skirts! Gods, she was worse than Ms. Umeck. And I liked Umeck. I always liked my Language Arts teachers in Georgia. And I MISS LANGUAGE ARTS CLASS SO MUCH I CAN CRY!!!! I have been deprived of essays to sharpen my skills, interesting in-class discussions of boring-ass books (it was the discussions that made the books interesting), the torturous searches for literation devices, imagery, symbolism, and shit like that! The way kids study English in Taiwan is all WRONG. Even if I don't have to take English classes, I have to take the monthly exams with them. And hell, those exams are fucking hard, not because of the actual context of the test, but the SPECIFICISM (sp? Man, my spelling abilities have been in a state of regression ever since I came here to Taiwan), of the tests. I mean, there was this one time that I took their test on this chapter, and the fill in the blanks were "Because my plan was w______e, it was put into immediate use (or something like that). I put "wise", because it fit in the blank with the w and the e. But noooooo the actual answer was "workable". What kind of retarded answer was that?! It wasso retarded, because it made sense in the "DUH!" way. I damn near fainted when I saw my grade. My pride was immediately shot to the ground, it made me so ashamed that I considered shooting myself on the spot. Of course I passed, but not in the good way. I got most off because of my translation problems (in which I thought I had a more ingenious translation but they made the answer too specific that I got points off anyway) and the "blank-filling" (I had to stifle my snicker when I saw this) questions. Anyway, physics is officially impossible for me, I have completely forgotten about how to calculate chemistry questions (especially without the aid of calculators), my chinese lit can be shot to hell, and my history, geography, and biology are on the "barely-surviving" borderline.